Art And Other Things (jk it’s js art)

I recently reread comments under my posts and am wondering why I skimmed over the encouraging compliments some kind souls left. That’s odd of me. I’ll make a mental note to bask in that later.

But that’s not what you came here for. Behold!

A Subtle Improvement

I believe I was going for a baseball fit, like something cute you can wear to a baseball . . . viewing. (I have no idea what it’s called. Bear with me.) But fun fact: I know nothing about baseball, except that it has a song with something about four strikes, and apparently, neither do I possess knowledge about the human eyelashes since I sure did go out all with the those the of above girl.

But I like her lone star earring and cap—both of which I’m surprised I didn’t mess up—and the fact that she looks genuinely happy. Good stuff.

Expect all my drawn characters to have a tooth-decaying joy on their faces.

And I still can’t draw men. PAIN.

Inspired by an Instagram post by a superb artist whose account name I forgot. I lost the link to where I got this, which is annoying.

I’m a bit irked that the details on her face are smudged, but that’s probably my camera’s fault. I wanna steal her jacket.

Did you notice where her headphones are connected? Yup. #stolenidea

An attempt at proportions. I cringed.

Baby fingers.

I’m not too proud of these, but I once heard bad drawings are part of the process, so there.

Aurora fanart

I love the stylized way Aurora was drawn in the 1959 movie. Sure, she didn’t get as much screen time as her fairy godmothers, but did she still slay?

All the way, peeps. All the way.

Anastasia fanart

She’s basically a Disney princess now! I love how the animated movie portrayed Anya. She isn’t quirky, but her character still jumped off the screen. She wasn’t a girlboss but was still confident and assured. And she’s voiced by Meg Ryan, so what more do you need, am I right?

Ignore the weird muck on her elbow.

This one was an experiment with a slight style change, and I’m pretty happy with it.

But a side note: ballerinas don’t touch the curtains like this. What was I thinking? 😭

Ta-da! The last one’s from Pinterest, by the way. Something about a dancing reference.

Inspired by a Pinterest thing.

That Writer Friend™ told me this was how she imagined Odette, and I’m relatively flattered. I nailed the swoosh of her dress, but the lizard-long neck? Goodness no. I’m satisfied enough with her face, but the angle killed me. I had to erase and redraw that seventeen times. Er, ten. Twenty? Somewhere there.

Edit: Okay, looking at it again, that neck is . . . something else. It might have taken away from the rest of her body, which is why the parts below her shoulders look so cramped.

Unfinished Swan Lake art.

What do you think? Should I finish it? 👀

Moon girl on top; 2000s side character vibe girl on the bottom.

Inspired by Marilyn Monroe. If you squint your eyes, you might just see the resemblance.

codename: Cassandra

Round face represenatation! The revolver and hand are a yes for me. *chef’s kiss*

feat. my fingers

I got her proportions right on paper, but they didn’t translate. Tragic, I tell you. An absolute tragedy.

Her upper half, though.✨ But her hair looks a bit wonky. Let me fix that—

Perks of working with a pencil. 😎

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Thank you for reading!

Imposter syndrome is more merciful in my art than my writing, which is reassuring and confuddling.

Share what you think, and [inserts what I usually say in these posts]. Yeah, I’m out of practice.

Ta ta! Have a lovely day, folks.

A Dump of Art

It’s me again. Tired of it yet?

This is going to be a brief post; worry not. Before I continue, remember that post where I said I’d put some reviews up? No? Well, scratch that. I recently discovered that I don’t like giving reviews on things. Not everything can be summarized in a few stars, and I got a little overwhelmed with the idea of doing so with books I’m not sure how I feel about.

Anyway, this week was a rollercoaster, but not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty sure I succeeded in keeping my priorities straight. Er, sort of.

Enough detouring. Behold!

My Artistic Improvement! (Including a Very Special Fanart Piece)

From February 19, the date I most recently posted a dump, to today, I polished my skills quite a bit, or I’d like to think so. See for yourself.

Let’s arrange this by date.

My imagination of Odette’s appearance shifted from a blonde, fair-skinned young lady to a tanned, brunette girl in planning my version of Swan Lake.

I’m not happy with this, but it’s better than most. See? I can be candid.

The settings automatically changed this picture (I don’t draw horizontally), but I’m too lazy to change it, so tilt your head a bit if you want to enjoy it.

This is a rendition of Halle Bailey without her illustrious fins and sequins. Funny, I didn’t know I was drawing her when I did this because the reference photo was another rendition of her, so I accidentally did a celebrity fanart. Hmm.

Related: Journal- 6/7/2023 (Movie Reviews, Brain Dumpings, and the Search for Clarity)

Ugh, it’s lopsided.

Pooping back in to add: Meet my character, Alessia, from That One Fantasy Story I’ll Probably Never Get Around to Do™. She’s a 5’1, 14-year-old female with a hint of Asian descent (which is extremely broad, I know—I should know) who resides in a humble village in a world where Vikings, kings, half-creatures, and iPhones co-exist. She wants nothing more than to please the people she loves, admires, and holds dear, not consisting of her friends. She keeps them at arm’s length; vulnerability is a weakness, and she won’t permit it to ensnare her.

Related: Get to Know My WIPs!

I forgot whom I used as a reference, but the artist was on Instagram. I’m pretty sure she was recreating objects as humans and their outfits; yes, it sounds as cool as it is.

Just a random smirker with a headband.

A random, dimpled girl with—I imagine—pink highlights at the tips of her hair.

The one to the left is a sketch in which I tried a new style. I’m not too proud of it, but it looks fine. The one on the right is a selfier whose hands I am extremely irked with. They look…tentacle-y and bony—not what I was going for.

I have a love-hate relationship with ponytails: I love the ponytail, hate tying it.

“Part of that wooorrld” ~credits to Olaf

I HATE that her legs aren’t proportional. I used another Instagram reference for this sketch—a human, non-sketch one.

I’m…not sure who this is. Let’s call her “a random girl with poofy hair that was a pleasure to draw.”

AND! Drumroll, please.

A special appearance from an outstanding piece of work! Please welcome…
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…Charlotte Ford from Natalie/The Texas Lass’s novella, Reciprocity!

I worked very diligently on that rifle and apologize for forgetting one doodad or thingamabob. I tried, okay?! Also, I was too lazy to draw her tac vest, as slaving on her weapon took a significant chunk of my time working on the overall result. She wasn’t supposed to have the gun, but I had to put it in. I had to. Well, whaddya think?

(Look. At. Her. HANDS. Then look away right after because they’re not that good.)

(And I don’t know what’s going on with her hair either.)

This is my version, so it might not match how you imagine her when reading the snippets.

…unless you haven’t read it yet. And my, oh my, are you in for a treat!

Or a trick. It’s a two-way street.

And now I’m faced with a predicament: To tag Miss Texan’s posts or not? I intended this to be a surprise, hence, not wanting to notify her, but she deserves her recognition. What to do…

Oh, well. Credit where credit’s due, I guess.

No, wait! Here’s her website link: The Texas Lass — Reflections, Reviews, & Random Writings

Listen carefully, all right? You will be directed to her homepage. Scroll down and click anything with the word “Reciprocity” in the title. I’d advise the announcement post, but start with the first chapter if you’re impatient (and self-aware).

Of course, you might not like zombies and apocalyptic stuff, but I didn’t either. And trust me, stepping out of your comfort zone is worth it in this situation.

That would be a perfect segue into why you should follow my advice, but I’m so avid that I might run my mouth. No need to get into the eerie feels, well-communicated urgency, and exquisitely planned out backstories—you’ll have to see it for yourself. Which will be a rabbit hole to another thing and the thing after that, which is…

Heyyy! And that’s me running my mouth, kids. Gosh, you’d think the girl would learn.

That’s all for today.

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I definitely nailed that abrupt ending.

Art, Art, Art, and MORE… art

Please note that all this I wrote in a British accent. ☕️
Also, click the title.

*sigh* You’re probably tired of this.

“Too much art, dear,” you say. But, my, are you in for a treat because there can NEVER be too much AHT!

“Preach, child!”

My big-brained self has conjured up the probability that some of you may be new here. 🧐 (OHR you did NOT check out my previous art posts. 🤨 What is one to do?!)

See them first so you may delight in my improvement! (That doesn’t sound too proud, does it? 😬)

‘Tis the posts ⤵️

• Art Dump (THE FIRST)
• Art Dump (THE SECOND)
• What’s Going On? (Because truly, when do we really know what we’re dealing with? 🧐)

ENOUGH TALK! Let’s art. ✍️

The Art…. actually, WAIT.

Before we begin, there’s something I must explain: I forgot my art style. I viewed many different ahtists absolutely scrumptious renditions and original works, and… I got discouraged. Seriously and very deeply discouraged. How could one ever reach the bar they’ve set?

I snapped out of it by God’s grace! I would say that figuring out some stuff about myself through the lens of the Word of God was also beneficial. BUT THAT’S MUCH TOO DEEP FOR NOW.

Related: Monthly Wrap-Up (Feb 2023), which is more of a mid-month wrap-up since FeB’S NOT OVER YET. (But no one reads mid-month wrap-ups, amirite, dearies? 😏 )

BEFORE the Breakdown

‘TIS SO DIRTY!!!

I have this horrid tendency of not taking care of the scraps of paper which I use for certain drawings. Being, y’know, MYSELF, I love drawing on scratch paper! 😃

[The one to the right] Not my PROUDEST creation but a creation nonetheless.

I feel it’s important to note that I filter out some of my sketches since some of them are 🤢… too revolting to share. I hope you understand. 😅

DURING the Breakdown

Someway, somehow, past Breanna knew of her dilemma. At the back of her mind, she was aware of the disappointment her drawings brought. They just weren’t good enough. She just wasn’t good enough.

So she stopped.

No drawing.

No sketching.

No art.

nothing.

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After the Breakdown 😎

Ehehehe, I’m definitely over-exaggerating my past situation because on the same day of the “breakdown,” I made these lovelies. 👆

(inspired by Cameron Mark Art, my idol 🤩)

Or… 🤔

OH WAIT, NOW I get it. The picture during the breakdown was actually after a big hiatus I took from art. (If you ever feel overly pressured from something, consider taking a break!) Apologies for the misunderstanding! 😃

DEN I read some articles on how to draw. Sometimes you need to return to the basics. 👌

Good 👍

Not so good 👎

A huge shoutout and thank you to Cameron Mark Art. (MA DUUUUUDE!) Thank you for showing your art to the world so amateurs like me can imitate and acquire motivation from them.

When I hit a block, I genuinely tried discontinuing my art journey. But I couldn’t. It was a chunk of me that couldn’t be removed.

No matter how terrible I believe I am, I can’t stop. I won’t stop. And no human deter me.

(EXCEPT FOR YOU, MOM AND DAD! I’D GIVE UP ART FOR YOU ANY DAY! 😃)

… Lez move on

(I revealed my hand to remind you aliens that I’M NOT A BOT.)

I’M SO VERY PROUD OF THIS!

HARUMIIII inspired by the 13th to the last sketch of this post by Bea

Her body proportions are WHACK. But I attempted to fix it the best I could, so whack it shall stay.

Allow me to take a moment to explain who Harumi is.

Rumi/ HarumI

In a series called Ninjago, Harumi was (take note: was) this perfect princess. White hair adorned her head, and her lips were always cherry red. (RHYME!) The first time the ninja—Surprise, surprise, Ninjago is about ninjas!—met Harumi, she wore her royal gown and crown, face lathered in the required make-up of the Jade Princess (another name of hers).

(Ninjago fans, I’ll skip some backstory cuz I’m kinda sus about her.) Lloyd, one of the main characters, identified with her since she also felt like a bar was set for her (as a princess but for him as the Green Ninja)—a bar she felt she could never reach. *cough* She was also adopted. *cough*

Lloydie-toydie develops a crushy-wushy, cuz he’s a BIG OL’ BABY! (That’s a half-meant joke. 😏 Watch Ninjago to understand!) She’s aware of his feelings…

⛔️ Warning: MAJOR SPOILER! Do not read if you wanna watch the show. ⛔️

…THEN USES IT TO BRING HIS “DEAD” DAD BACK FROM IMPRISONMENT IN ANOTHER REALM BECAUSE SHE WAS ACTUALLY EVIL THIS WHOLE TIME AND WAS USING LLOYD’S EMOTIONS TO GET WHAT SHE WANTED.

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🧘‍♀️

What did she want, you ask? Well, dearies, you’re in for a treat: Lloyd’s father was overcome by evil and therefore detained in a place, not part of yet still sort of part of their LEGO world. Yes, it’s lego. Hard to wrap your head around, but let me continue: Before he was “fully” evil, he stopped this ginormous snake from destroying all of Ninjago. The people credited the victory to Lloyd’s father, Garmadon, despite the ninja doing most of the work.

Here’s the kicker: Harumi’s parents died because of the destruction the snakey caused. From then on out, she “worshiped” Garmadon, and dedicated her life to resurrecting him. On the other hand, she loathed the ninja and vowed to annihilate them. (Or at least torture them until they wish she had.) She spent years upon years undercover, forming a band of bandits to bend upon her will. Lloyd crushing on her only helped her cause. (LLYOD, WHY?)

The only thing that fueled her was her hatred of the ninja. But somehow she gets over that…

…but not before dying. 🙂

Just… just watch it.

HENCE THE SKETCH! She’s a sassy boss, which I would have been okay with had…had she not emotionally manipulated Lloyd. Ya.

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Thank You for reading!

I WROTE THIS POST ENTIRELY ON A PHONE! Huzzah!

Applaud me, aliens. 👏 👏 👏

Oh, and if ever you read this again, do it out loud in your best British accent. Thank you.

What’s Going On?

breanna.exe is currently malfunctioning

Dear Aliens,
Something's going on. It's severe, maybe fatal. I don't know if I can withstand it. And can you guess what's worse?
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT IS!

Firstly, I must clarify that this is a pathetic post—a no-good filler. The type of post squished between two good ones when you have something to say but can’t pinpoint it. TURN BACK NOW.

Fellow bloggers, you know my plight, don’t you?

Secondly, art. My coping mechanism.

✨zE aRt✨

Haha, it was 1/18/2023 not 11/18/2023. I can’t time travel.

1/18/2023

(Apologies for the bad lighting and the glint. I tend to capture them during night hours.)

Related: Art Dump! 1 & Art Dump! 2

Ask me why I share these, and I won’t give a proper answer. Something along the lines of:

“Oh, I dunno. I’m just scared my notebooks’ll be burned down one day, and I’ll never have a record of my sketches.”

Besides, I warned you of illogical posts. My media storage is already reaching record-breaking levels.

“Then why do you-“

I can’t answer that.

School

GUYS! URGENT MESSAGE:

I need prayers. I’m backlogged. This already happened last year, and I pulled through in the end. But things have GOT to take a dramatic, unrealistic, only-possible-through-God swerve in the right direction for that to happen again.

You may not understand my dilemma. If so, allow me to explain, Sir or Miss conventional schooler:

Homeschoolers manage their own schedules. They have deadlines, but it’s a little more- the regulations- they don’t-

IT’S LAXER. There, I said it! Or at least the way my homeschool school does it is laxer.

(Don’t get the wrong idea that homeschoolers are less intellectually advanced, however! 🤨 Search Google for ‘are homeschoolers smarter than conventional schoolers.’)

I, the overdoer and pro at crastinating, took advantage of it and am currently reaping the consequences. Perrrrrrrrrrrrrrfection!

Related: Guess Who Forgot About Christmas? 👉🏻😃👈🏻

Logically, one should cram and make ado rapidly. This girl, however, is still fumbling with her shoelaces while the others are running the race. It’s-it’s pretty bad.

My parents are an immense help, but in the end, I have to make decisions and make choices alone, for better or worse.

Please pray for me, aliens. It’ll be much appreciated.

Piano

OoOoOoOoOoOoOh, guess what? By next Tuesday, I’ll be taking my exams! How fun is that?

I can’t stop laughing! I’m so evil. 😭

I’m TERRIFIED. My hands will be shaking when I do take them.

Please, PLEASE pray for that too, dear aliens. Man, I’m asking for a LOT, aren’t I? Allow me to return the offer: share your prayer requests below, too—no matter how menial. 😉👍🏻 It’s much easier when a stranger across the globe adds you to her list. But don’t undermine the effects! Last I checked, our God knows no barriers for stuff like this. 🙏🏻

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Thank you for enduring that!

Wow, two rambles in a row, huh? Followers who have yet to unfollow, thank you for your patience. ☺